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Holy fuck!

Where is Stephanie when I need her?

Eh? It seems that I am relying too much on Stephanie lately to babysit my daughter, but it is what she is paid for. And paid handsomely too, considering the minimum wages in the 1990 America.

Maybe I should hire a dedicated babysitter for Antigone?

One that can never leave my sex dungeon.

I mean my house. Heh.

That thought of hiring a full-time housekeeper or a dozen has crossed my mind before, but I am rarely home on the weekdays, so it feels unnecessary.

Plus, I do not want outsiders going through my stuff, which they will purely out of curiosity.

Stephanie already did whenever she come over to look after Antigone, and I already have repeatedly told her off. She couldn\'t help herself, and I am sure others as well regardless of age.

Curiosity is in our nature.

Without human\'s curiosity, science would never advance to what it is today and will be in the future.

I suppose Stephanie will have to do for now. Her hourly wage is more than appropriate for her young age, so there is no need to increase it either, at least not until Mrs. Connors is out of the family picture.

The winning lottery numbers should have been drawn, so Mrs. Connors should have known about the result by now. She did not tell her husband about the rather exciting news, meaning that she is likely going to keep the winning all to herself.

It is as expected for a gold-digging slut.

Selene and Shield have confirmed this fact for me at my request.

Mrs. Connors has always been one, even way before she had first met and then gotten together with her husband, John Connors, from all the way back in high school.

She is one of those popular girls in high school, always surrounding herself with friends.

In contrast, John Connors is a nerd of sort in high school, having a few good friends here and then, but always opts to do his own things.

I was also a nerd of sort back in high school since I am very fascinated by science and history. Although I do have friends, I like to spend time to do my own things. I suppose this trait runs in the family even though we are not related at all.

Highschool… that feels so long ago.

It is a very long time ago, relatively speaking.

I didn\'t even finish high school back in the 21st century. Because once my godlike power awakens and thrusts me into the future, I consider my education completed.

Besides, I did go through some sort of high schooling again in the 31st century. It didn\'t take years and I didn\'t have to deal with a bunch of bitches and their fucking boyfriends.

I wonder how those bitches are doing.

Oh wait. They haven\'t even been born yet.

They will be in the year 2000 or 2001. That is a decade from now.

Just another cause and effect of time travel.

Time to dig a few spike traps for those bitches. I do hold a grudge for a very long time. I do not forgive them for the shits they put me and others through.

And thanks to my enhanced memory, I do not forget.

Anyway, the real reason that Mrs. Connors had decided to finally get together with John and married the man is because John\'s side of the family is rather wealthy, owning quite a bit of estate.

Selene and Shield reveal this to me when I order them to look into the matter.

I don\'t usually want to know about people\'s history. Unlike Allison, who has no choice in the matter, I really don\'t want to fill my brain with useless stuff.

But I honestly didn\'t know my adopted-grandfather comes from old money. Mum had never told me about it, but she didn\'t get to say much before death steals her away from me and dad.

If death tries again, death will learn what it meant to piss off an Aspect.

And since no one from that side of the family shows up in all the 18 years of my life, not even a greeting card on my birthday or Christmas, I guess that they didn\'t accept Stephanie as part of their family.

Stephanie was adopted after all.

As a matter of fact, I didn\'t recall my adopted-uncle and adopted-aunty, Stephanie\'s adopted siblings, showing up at my birthdays either.

They did send greeting cards on the holiday occasions, so that is still something, I suppose.

But that is because dad tries to keep in touch with them in order to keep mum\'s memory alive.

If only he had paid more attention to me and shown me the affection that I needed, I might have think twice about packing up and leaving for good.

Just providing me a place to live and putting me through school doesn\'t make him a good father. There is more than that.

Henry has demonstrated this. Just look at how Marian turns out. Great fathering job, Henry. You just create a little monster.

In a twisted way, my father creates a monster as well.

Hmm…

Insert evil laugh here.

Things will change this time around, hopefully for the better.

Maybe I will help my mother get some inheritance in the process. Adopted or not, she is carrying their family name. I did carry that family name for a time, and I will do so again one day.

And as wealthy as my adopted great-grandfather and his rather populated side of the family is, I could definitely intimidate them into submission.

But I prefer they accept Stephanie of their own freewill, just like I want humanity to accept their fault and submit to me out of their own freewill.

In any case, I have a good opinion of my adopted great grandfather. Unlike John himself, the man has a very good eyes for people, thus the man did not help John financially, hoping that John himself would see what kind of person his wife is.

That didn\'t work out so well in the end since John is somewhat a self-made man, just like his father.

The apple doesn\'t fall far from the tree, even if is rotten.

Just kidding.

John Connors isn\'t a rotten person per se. He does try very hard to provide enough for his family in his own way and capacity. He doesn\'t really blame others for all the misgivings in his life, such as the time when he was let go from a struggling construction company.

Shield has an indirect hand in that due to its domination in the Construction and Manufacturing Sector.

Collateral damage is unavoidable.

And if I keep thinking about other people as a consequence of my action, whether they are directly or indirectly, nothing would ever get done.

Regardless of what happen, John simply picks himself up and moves on with his life, finding a new job to pay for his family\'s living expenses.

And in more than one way, my adopted-grandfather deserves my acknowledgement, so I acknowledge him. I will stop calling him as my adopted-grandfather, and just simply grandfather from now on.

While I could provide my grandfather irrefutable evidences that his wife is a fucking slut and that he needs some new friends, I am sure that he will forgive the lying bitch in the end out of some misguided love and affection.

People are complicated, especially when emotion and attachment are involved.

And I don\'t need to peek into the future to know that Mrs. Connors will tearfully apologize and claim to my grandfather that she loves him and only him. Note that I still call her Mrs. Connors.

The bitch is not worthy of being my grandmother, not even adopted grandmother!

As that is the case, it is simply better to give the bitch a shovel and let her dig a hellish hole for herself to bury in. And once she reveals who she is to everyone, my grandfather will soon find someone better.

Miraculously, Stephanie\'s siblings are from my grandfather\'s loin, so he will… probably get custody of the kids. It is not a certainty, at least not with my help in this regard

Divorce laws are fucking biased towards men. And people who defends it stereotypically label men as uninvolved with their kids during the marriage.

Uh huh. There is a reason for that. It is call providing for the family financially.

But the court will still take their kids away from them as well as most of their hard earnings to give to the woman.

Misandry much?

This is just one of the problems I find with the whole legal system. I will tear this whole fucking corrupt and discriminatory shit down before it festers into feminism and misogyny bullshit.

Vent over.

And Antigone is also snoozing again.

Did I just vent for a couple of hours?

Wow.

I put my daughter back into her baby crib, tugging her and giving her a kiss.

Antigone squirms as I did so. A smile forms on her lips.

I am certain that she is aware of what I have been up to in one way or another. I will ask her all about it when she can finally form a coherence thought.

Once that is done, I head to the living room and take a seat. I haven\'t sleep in like forever, at least not since I come face to face with a Dragon God.

This is because I have so many things to do, and sleeping isn\'t on the list.

Also, why waste time sleeping when I can make any fatigue simply go away?

However, I still close my eyes and give my body a rest. Doing so gives the nanomachines the chance to continue augmenting my body and biology.

They couldn\'t do it effectively if I am moving about and fucking people.

Honestly, I am glad that I choose this path of augmentation instead of instant augmentation. Not only it serves to map the human genome more accurately, it also gives me a mean to evolve humanity and grant them psionic potential.

Psionic power is very real.

It is as real as magic, but sadly, it is not fully explored at all from what I have gather so far by scouting the multiverse. Not a single world thus far has detectable Esper.

If that is the case, the prime-reality will be the first to have widespread psionic power. Hopefully, chaos will not ensure, especially when magic is also a thing.

Speaking of Chaos, Terra demonstrates her distaste for science in her wordings. She obviously prefers to use magic over psionic. But Ingra use telekinesis against me, meaning it is not completely unknown to her.

Regardless, I am not like Terra, and I intend to fully make use of every tools at my disposal.

As my body sleep, I open my eyes to another world and am greeted by Legion along with endless cold steel walls and corridors and rooms.

"Greeting, Supreme Commander. Simulation #110706040147 is complete. Would you like to analyze the result?"

I am now inside the spatial dimension of the one ring around my middle finger. And using neural reality interface through Selene, I can take control of an avatar and interact with anything there.

It did feel somewhat strange at first since it has been a while since I play neurologic gaming. It is more advance than simple virtual reality as it simulated every sense the brain can recognize.

And deaths will certainly damage the brain.

"I will review the result later, Legion. Please halt all current tasks and simulations. You and I are going to figure out a way to save an entire universe. Did I say you and me? No, I mean we will."

I response as a magic portal manifests in midair. I am really bother by the fact that I couldn\'t save that desolated reality with all the power, technology, and magic at my command.

While the origin or cause of the decaying curse cannot be located even with my power, there must be a way to give humanity of that reality a future. It is not their fault for their extinction.

And I am not the one to let things go unresolved no matter what.

Magic follows rules, and I just need to figure out the rules.

Also, it is strange that my bio-mechanical avatar can use magic despite it does not have a magical core or pathway.

I can also use my temporal power through my avatar. All of this just mean there is a lot to magic than my current understanding.

Thus, it is the reason why I am bringing in outside\'s help.

A beautiful elven woman steps through the magical portal. She is as sexy as ever in her those revealing clothes of hers. The elves as a whole is gifted with undying beauty by their Goddess after all, and they certainly aren\'t shy about showing their exotic skin.

"My God, what can I do for you?"

Eliana asks once she is kneeling on the floor and kowtowing me.

It takes a moment for me to knock junior off the control panel. Didn\'t it have a lot of fun just recently, already?

I clear my mind and produce a sphere in my hand. Malicious aura swirls within it, clouding a very small spark of light that is Nairam Oxford.

"Do you know what this is?"